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Well, today was my first day of classes.

Middle English: Well, this will be fun. There's a decent group of people in there, including at least one graduate student that specializes in Old English. Can we say... squee?

The material is pretty difficult though. In demonstrating how to pronounce the vowels, they took recourse to... modern French when there wasn't a good English equivalent. Which is postly good. Except that I should be looking up how to pronounce patte now. (Actually, now that I look, it's basically just "pat." Said by Arnold Schwartzeneggar.

American Revolution: Wow. I got in by the skin of my teeth.

See, after I lost the history class I really wanted to take and that would be useful, I'd had it. If I couldn't have the useful part, I wanted a history class I'd really like. So I decided to try to add into the American Revolution class, because it fit into my schedule well, I've had the professor before, and like the subject. The class was full, but sometimes you can manage to get in anyway with a professor's approval. So I shot the professor an e-mail on Monday, asking if it'd be okay if I added in. She said yes, to come on Wednesday.

So I show up. Leslie and I talk some. The classroom fills up. And then EXPLODES! No, but there were tons of people there, and about 20 that wanted to add. The people that e-mailed her got first dibs, thank goodness. The others will largely not get into the class. >_< I was grateful, and even felt a little guilty, but not so guilty that I'd give my place up for someone that didn't e-mail.

It did entail a whirlwind trip to the sixth floor of Dunford and then back to the Registrar... not nearly so far as I walked yesterday with Leslie, but it took a good half-hour to get everything totally done with.

Ah, the walk yesterday. Leslie and I started out at my dorm, walked to the agricultural campus, walked around the greenway along Neyland and then to the World's Fair park, to Market Square where we ate dinner and had a beer, came back through World's Fair park and then back to campus. In total, it was between four and five miles, by my estimation. Perhaps a bit more.

The dinner was interesting. We selected the same thing... salmon on bread with pepper jam, which turned out to have a couple of more things, but nothing that turned me away. The place was called Oodles and it was pretty good. Certaintly had its own character, with a two+ story mural right behind me as I ate.